Mining equipment could be heard loudly beating away at the earth. Drills dug away at rock, pickaxes struck against dirt, and lasers struck at the core. The miners struck against the surface of Byss, breaking through the earth and hoping to uncover something hidden beneath. They kept going for hours, days, weeks, until finally they uncovered something. For once it was not one of Palpatines labs, not one of the ancient and forgotten cloning centers created by the long lost Emperor. No it was something else entirely, something more grand.
As the mining team broke through the surface a beam of sunlight struck through a massive chamber revealing dozens of statues and an entryway into another room. Slowly the mining team chipped away at the hole, making their entrance larger and larger. After about an hour twelve men stood within the center of the chamber, massive floodlights were located throughout the room illuminating the massive chamber and its statues. The team looked about, questioning what they were finding, exploring, and speaking to one another about the mystery of this place.
Within the chamber beyond the main entry hall something stirred. Upon a throne forged of pure quartz stone sat a figure. The figure did not look emaciated, down trodden, or even starving. The man upon the throne looked healthy, more than that he looked powerful. Slowly the figured head twisted upwards. As more noise was made within the entry hall it seemed to come more alive, until finally the figure stirred entirely. Slowly it rose from the throne, its steps sounded out throughout the room and into the entryway.
The miners froze as they heard the steps ring out throughout the vast cavern, a feeling of submission ran through them and a few of them took steps backwards. Within the doorway of the entryway the figure appeared, its eyes glowed although the rest of its face seemed to be covered by a mask. Its steps rang out as it slowly walked down the stairs of the entry way. The figure looked upon the miners, and then it spoke.
“You have awoken me.”
Those that had lived before the Gulag Plague would recognize this figures voice, it was stark, pure evil, and seemed to cast a spell on those within his sight. The Miners stood, frozen and staring at the Sith Lord standing before them. None of them spoke, none of them could find the will. Moridin watched them with disinterest then lifted his palm slightly. One of the miners flew over to him stopping just a few meters before the Dreadlord. Terror consumed the man as black tendrils of the force reached into his mind.
From the mans mind Moridin tore his memories, his thoughts, and anything else he could get his hands on. In an instant Moridin learned everything, a scowl formed on his face. He had been sleeping for four hundred years. The Sith he had known were gone, the galaxy he had left behind was destroyed, Byss had been rebuilt. The Dreadlord let the man in front of him drop to the floor, the husk drooled on the floor, completely devoid of thought or consciousness.
Slowly the Dreadlord walked forward, the other miners shuffling backwards from him in absolute terror. As he walked between them their faces seemed to shift from abject terror to reverence. This was Moridins talent, unlike many other Sith he did not radiate terror, he did not radiate pure destruction. Moridin radiated pure dominance. His very presence bent and broke lesser peoples minds turning them into nothing but absent minded Thrall. Quickly Moridin moved to the surface of Byss his zombies following close behind.
As the sun struck him Moridin squinted slightly. Then after four centuries The Dreadlord breathed fresh air. The Sith seemed unappeased however and instead looked about. He was in a mining camp, not far from what had once been his citadel. The Dreadlord frowned as Memories flooded towards him. He had left this planet in disarray, he had consumed and absorbed everyone aboard this world. It had recovered, he could sense life here once again. Four centuries of time, four centuries for Byss to be repopulated. Moridin scowled again, he wondered if there were any Sith left within this galaxy.
Not knowing the answer the Dreadlord did the only thing he could. Slowly he turned to the miners and gave them their edict.
“Bring me Sith.”
He did not know how they would do it. He did not know if they could, but only time would tell. In the meanwhile he would take back his palace, and his world.
As the mining team broke through the surface a beam of sunlight struck through a massive chamber revealing dozens of statues and an entryway into another room. Slowly the mining team chipped away at the hole, making their entrance larger and larger. After about an hour twelve men stood within the center of the chamber, massive floodlights were located throughout the room illuminating the massive chamber and its statues. The team looked about, questioning what they were finding, exploring, and speaking to one another about the mystery of this place.
Within the chamber beyond the main entry hall something stirred. Upon a throne forged of pure quartz stone sat a figure. The figure did not look emaciated, down trodden, or even starving. The man upon the throne looked healthy, more than that he looked powerful. Slowly the figured head twisted upwards. As more noise was made within the entry hall it seemed to come more alive, until finally the figure stirred entirely. Slowly it rose from the throne, its steps sounded out throughout the room and into the entryway.
The miners froze as they heard the steps ring out throughout the vast cavern, a feeling of submission ran through them and a few of them took steps backwards. Within the doorway of the entryway the figure appeared, its eyes glowed although the rest of its face seemed to be covered by a mask. Its steps rang out as it slowly walked down the stairs of the entry way. The figure looked upon the miners, and then it spoke.
“You have awoken me.”
Those that had lived before the Gulag Plague would recognize this figures voice, it was stark, pure evil, and seemed to cast a spell on those within his sight. The Miners stood, frozen and staring at the Sith Lord standing before them. None of them spoke, none of them could find the will. Moridin watched them with disinterest then lifted his palm slightly. One of the miners flew over to him stopping just a few meters before the Dreadlord. Terror consumed the man as black tendrils of the force reached into his mind.
From the mans mind Moridin tore his memories, his thoughts, and anything else he could get his hands on. In an instant Moridin learned everything, a scowl formed on his face. He had been sleeping for four hundred years. The Sith he had known were gone, the galaxy he had left behind was destroyed, Byss had been rebuilt. The Dreadlord let the man in front of him drop to the floor, the husk drooled on the floor, completely devoid of thought or consciousness.
Slowly the Dreadlord walked forward, the other miners shuffling backwards from him in absolute terror. As he walked between them their faces seemed to shift from abject terror to reverence. This was Moridins talent, unlike many other Sith he did not radiate terror, he did not radiate pure destruction. Moridin radiated pure dominance. His very presence bent and broke lesser peoples minds turning them into nothing but absent minded Thrall. Quickly Moridin moved to the surface of Byss his zombies following close behind.
As the sun struck him Moridin squinted slightly. Then after four centuries The Dreadlord breathed fresh air. The Sith seemed unappeased however and instead looked about. He was in a mining camp, not far from what had once been his citadel. The Dreadlord frowned as Memories flooded towards him. He had left this planet in disarray, he had consumed and absorbed everyone aboard this world. It had recovered, he could sense life here once again. Four centuries of time, four centuries for Byss to be repopulated. Moridin scowled again, he wondered if there were any Sith left within this galaxy.
Not knowing the answer the Dreadlord did the only thing he could. Slowly he turned to the miners and gave them their edict.
“Bring me Sith.”
He did not know how they would do it. He did not know if they could, but only time would tell. In the meanwhile he would take back his palace, and his world.
